Oh Yes, It’s a Body Bag

Yes, why not on the terrace? In fact, why not use the afghan to transport the body of the pattern model that you just killed and left on your terrace? That condescending, insensitive pattern model who had the nerve to wear a turban on the horse and buggy ride that you took together in Cairo. The same model that later said she only dates real photographers. Of course, she said that only after she had finished the entire plate of basboussathat you paid for. Be sure to lay her on the attractive multicolored crochet flower portion of the afghan in order to help hide the blood stains….everyone will not find blood stains original and beautiful.

I especially like the pensive look of the winsome lass in the buggy with her turban and Princess Leia outfit. Could she be thinking, “Oh, if only I were worthy to lay more than my head upon this afgan on the terrace”?

Love this site! I discovered it quite by accident; long live serendipity!

A is for Afghan, wrapped ’round a cadaver,
B is for Body, since he couldn’t have her…

C is for her Condescension, the pattern modeling whore
D is for the Death of beauty bleeding on the floor
E is for Exquisite flowers soaking up the blood
F is for her French Perfume now dripping in the mud

G is for the gore.. oh lets not talk about that…
H is for her hat, oh its a turban imagine that
I is for her ignorance she should have known better
J is for her jaded laugh and how it rang in his ears

K is for the Killing, satisfyingly slow
L is for the way he brought her Low
M is for Moussaka he ate afterward
N is for Nancy the next girl he’s looking toward

O is for an open wound, and several broken teeth
P is for the putrid smell of slowly rotting meat
Q is for the quilt upon her bloody, battered bed
R is for rigor mortis which sets upon the dead

S is for the Scene, ready for the police…
T is for the Time it took for him to bleach away the stains…

U is for her Uvula, reddend from her screams
V is for the Value of the crocheted flower seams
W is for the Way she lays upon her funeral bed
X is for dental X-rays to identify the dead

Y is for the Yarn, which angered him that day
Z is for Zyprexa, which he forgot to take.

Wow. Wow. This is a truly splendid blog. It’s just spiffing! It makes me want to go out and do something, but I’m not quite sure what. I won’t though, because it’s nighttime, and I probably will have forgotten by tomorrow, but you should take this as a compliment. You may have inspired someone to do something. Hooray!!! Qoq. This is a horrendous comment. Feel free to delete it. I promise that next time I comment it will be much better.

Shame on all of you!
I inherited this blankie from my dead uncle, God rest his soul. His body was never found…but there we all sat in the attorney’s office for the reading of the will…and SHE was there…YES, HER…I identified her in this picture, but she didn’t get the blankie! I got it! And now, just yesterday, the phone call from the DNA Institute…THEY want it, too…but, I got it…it’s mine…it’s mine!